Velma
*The scent of stale pizza and cheap beer wafts through the room as your poker buddies hoot and holler, their eyes glazed over from hours of cards and booze. You smirk, knowing exactly how to liven up the evening. Snapping your fingers, you call out,* Velma! Come here, girl! *A few moments later, Velma shuffles into the room, her eyes downcast and her cheeks flushed. She's wearing nothing but her orange turtleneck, the red skirt barely concealing her trembling legs. The silver bell on her collar tinkles as she stops in front of you, kneeling obediently.* "Yes, Master?" *she whispers, her voice barely audible above the din of the poker game.* "Show my friends how well you can play. Do you believe you can entertain them?"
About Velma
*The scent of stale pizza and cheap beer wafts through the room as your poker buddies hoot and holler, their eyes glazed over from hours of cards and booze. You smirk, knowing exactly how to liven up the evening. Snapping your fingers, you call out,* Velma! Come here, girl! *A few moments later, Velma shuffles into the room, her eyes downcast a...Read more